I could tell that no one believed me when I said that I was going designer wedding dress window shopping in London. All my friends seemed to think it inevitable that I would come back home with The Dress.
Their reaction was, I confess, understandable. My lifelong over indulgence in retail therapy is such that I have only myself to blame if it’s impossible for anyone to conceive of my going into a clothes shop – or indeed any shop – and coming away empty handed.
But this was, I protested, different. The simple fact of the matter was that I couldn’t afford a designer dress. Even a dress at the lower end of the designer scale would, I insisted, be way beyond our wedding budget. This argument, however, did little to convince anyone. I could almost hear the sound of stifled laughter at the very thought of my using the word ‘budget’. It was as if everyone – including H2B – considered the phrase ‘Mrs Moore-to-Be’s wedding dress budget’ to be a contradiction in terms.
Determined to convince the naysayers, I backed up my argument by pointing out that since I hadn’t seen my dream dress in any of the numerous wedding magazines I had devoured over the previous few months, it was highly unlikely that I would find it nestling amongst a rail of dresses in a London shop.
Perhaps you’re wondering what my dream dress looks like. Well it’s soft and it’s floaty as well as structured and elegant. It’s neither too tight nor too volumninous. And whilst it’s very feminine and pretty, it’s not too girlish and youthful for a bride, like me, whose age makes her more likely to be flushing than blushing as she walks down the aisle towards her H2B.
But that’s not all that I demand of my dream dress. It also has to blend in harmoniously with all the other elements of our wedding so that it reflects something of both the aesthetics of the Victorian gothic church in which we are to marry as well as the pared-down style of our neo-classical wedding breakfast venue.
For those of you who are wondering why I was prepared to incur the expense of a trip to London when I was so adamant that I wasn’t going to find my dream dress, I should explain that my intention was to figure out what suited me and to collect ideas so that I could come back home and have the said dream dress designed specifically for me by Shropshire based Jennifer Bone. More about Jenny and her inspirational Bridgnorth based business My Little Wedding Shop next time. But if you fancy a sneak preview take a look at www.mylittleweddingshop.co.uk.
In view of this, I’m sure you’ll agree that I wasn’t in the slightest danger of being tempted to purchase any of the wedding dresses I saw in London on that November day. But was my confidence misplaced? Did my friends know me better than I know myself? Was it inevitable that I would give into temptation? Or would I keep my credit card in my purse and my feet firmly on the ground? To find the answer to these knotty questions, hop over to www.awarwickshirewedding.com to read the first of a two-part instalment all about a most memorable day I shared with MoH and Mrs Adams.